I love New York City, but I can't stay at the Carlyle anymore My head and bed were messy from the night before Sunflowers at the door We said that it was over, what'd you send 'em for?
If I'm bein' honest, let 'em sit outside of 701 Except for that one I pressed between those two pages of Hemingway poems we love Probably because
Two things can be true I'll love and hate you I'll be your best and your worst day I'll be your blessin' and curse, babe, yeah Sometimes I'll cut and ghost But sometimes I'll get too close You're nothin' and everything I got to lose Two things can be true, mm Two things can be true
The next 120 hours, I was obsessively lookin' at my phone And checking your location, did you make it home? Are you feelin' alone? Are we turnin' into people that we used to know?
If I'm bein' honest, couldn't get to Carolina quick enough I'm not givin' up Chartered a plane to your doorstep, we made up in your bed Probably because
Two things can be true I'll love and hate you I'll be your best and your worst day I'll be your blessin' and curse, babe, yeah Sometimes I'll cut and ghost Sometimes I'll get too close You're nothin' and everything I got to lose Two things can be true (I'll be your best day and I'll be your worst day) Two things can be true
My eyes are green (my eyes are green) Yeah, your jeans are blue I wish it was that easy When it comes to me and you
Two things can be true I'll love and hate you I'll be your best and your worst day But you wouldn't want it any other way, yeah Sometimes I'll cut and ghost But, baby, don't let me go You're nothin' and everything I got to lose (I got to lose) Two things can be true (I'll be your best day and I'll be your worst day), oh yeah Two things can be true (I'll cut and I'll ghost, don't let me go)
